Rich To Poor Poem by david gerardino
Rich To Poor
WHILE i was praying, all the
gangs killed and raped who ever
they found.
WHILE i was praying, all the
children were crying for food,
and a way out of the flood.
WHILE i was praying, all the
puppets gave some money just
to make them selves look good.
WHILE I WAS PRAYING, I SAW
A MERACLE, FOR THE FIRST TIME
THE RICH GOT ALONG WITH THE
POOR.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
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